So shall their course more grateful roll, If future years arise; Or this shall bear my joyful soul To bliss that never dies. Do not I love Thee, O my Lord ?—— Behold my heart and see; And turn each hateful idol out, That dares to rival Thee. Do not I love Thee from my soul? When Jesus cannot move. Is not thy name melodious still, Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, Hast Thou a lamb in all thy flock, I would disdain to feed? Hast Thou a foe before whose face I fear thy cause to plead? F Would not my heart pour forth its blood And challenge the cold hand of death Thou knowest I love Thee, dearest Lord; But Oh! I long to soar, Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love Thee more. "O MY GOD, BE NOT FAR FROM ME!" BESET with snares on every hand, may this roving, treacherous heart, Like Mary choose the better part ; And scorn the trifles of a day, For joys that none can take away. Then let the wildest storms arise, If Thou, my Saviour, still art nigh, COMMUNE WITH YOUR OWN HEART UPON YOUR BED, AND BE STILL." INTERVAL of grateful shade, By my Heavenly Father blest, Heavenly Father! gracious name! Far be each suspicious thought, Every anxious care forgot: Thy kind eye, which cannot sleep, Day and night I'm still with Thee. |